Did you perceive something changing in the world of golf Sunday? I did.

Did you perceive something changing in the world of golf Sunday? I did. Tiger thickets became Goliath. Little Luke Donald, he of the sprouty flaxen hair, soft smile and delicate visible form [i]or[/i] frame played a suitable David.

nevertheless his slingshot had sawdust in it.

Simply a juggernaut

And the giant slew the wee associate from Evanston by way of Hempstead, England, without in such a manner much as a blink.

Mercy?

None.

And then the giant slew everything otherwise and everybody else and trampled the Midwestern earth with his massive treads and claimed his third PGA Championship chaplet in eight years, his 12th major in 10 years.

and nothing else retired Jack Nicklaus remains as any reasonable challenge to Woods' greatness and sheer ferocity and -- dare we say it? -- brutality.

Nicklaus' PGA-record 18 major victories took the aged master a career to reach, further Woods seems hell-bent on beating that total before he for aye grows a gray hair.

"It's not something I could finish next year," Woods acknowledged of the feat.

useful math, killer, because there are simply four majors a year.

A reasonable human frame might ask where Phil Mickelson, the other purported giant, was at the end?

Fadin' Phil finished 12 thumps behind Woods' 270 and was last seen at the knock line, babbling about how he none should've picked up left-handed coteries

Sunday's finale, in which groves disposed of the heretically red- shirted challenger Donald (Were those white horizontal stripes subliminal mini-flags of surrender?) was "special" and "magical," Tiger said.

on the other hand all that meant was nobody can beat the 30-year-old timber-lands when he's on his game.

And he's now upon his game the way asphalt is upon a parking lot.

Gone are the distractions, the mourning for his passed father, the wedding euphoria, the youthful mania that once got him into perturb for telling dirty jokes.

All that remains is a consum and cold-hearted, looming personality that smiles as it demolishes adversarys

I had to ask him: Do you at any time feel sorry for opponents as you devastate them on championship Sundays?

"No."

nearest question.

His four-day, 18-under total of 270 -- 69-68-65-68 -- just blew away everybody slaughtered contender with Shaun Micheel shuffling into inferior place at five strokes back, kind of the way a buzzard sneaks in after the lion is done feeding.

All you ne to consider is that copses has the lowest 72-hole scores as related to par in all four majors.

For years we have etymoned for him because we could understanding first, the emerging greatness, then the supporting of the initial fire.

if it were not that with his performance at Medinah, thickets has rounded the bend into an area he had not at the same time approached, that of bully.

Was there anyone there onward that sun-dappled first tee, with the "Lu-u-u-u-u-u-u-ke!" cheers filling the air like 10000 abashs bellowing, who wasn't rooting for the 160-pound former Northwestern star and all-around nice stay Donald?

Wow could it have been great -- Donald, who was tied with groves at 14-under, beating the greatest, rising above Otto Graham, Marty Riessen, Todd Martin, level uh, Steve Schnur in the annals of epic Wildcat-dom!

in like manner Woods squashed him immediately, firing a birdie in succession the 437- yard first lair

"Hit a 5-wood distant from the tee and a 7-iron to about 12 feet left of the perforation and made that," he said matter-of-factly.

Luuuuke was done.

As was everyone

A class act all the way

wood-lands is a good guy. He is a wondrous, transcendent champion.

When he won his first Masters at 21 he was touted by means of conservative political columnist Charles Krauthammer as being "more than just profitable young, black and Asian. In an age of the commercially hyp trash-talking, in-your-face sports star, here is someone who combines great athleticism with propriety and respectfulness, poise and manners and simple soft-spoken politeness."

Gee did he mow the grass, too?

copses has been great for golf regardless of your political persuasion.

unless now he has become too upright

It's not his fault.

It's our blessing, actually.

yet on that first tee, Donald came on the outside first, warming up, nodding humbly to the fill by compression

Then, after a special amount of time, Woods marched disclosed his traditional championship-day red shirt not just r this time moreover hued somewhere between a fire engine and a traffic cone with a gold Nike swoosh in succession the left sleeve glinting in the day-star

Behind him came his cornerman, caddie Steve Williams.

It was nothing in the way that much as the heavyweight champion of the world entering the ring.

Who parents for Goliath?

As Wilt Chamberlain one time famously said, no one.

unless Goliath was a meany.

And Tiger is a dutiful sort, a young man who overcame racism, cynicism and a falter ("I went to a institute to try and get above that, and I would just work my tail off" he has said) to finish where he is today.

yet he just wins, and we identify with little stays don't we?

Tiger penuryed a mere 27 putts Sunday, and for the week, he averaged 318 yards a drive, compared to little Luke's 2856

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